The Only Hope For Me Is You [My Chemical Romance]

Chapter 4: Surprise

We arrived at Mikey's house in about 15 minutes. The air was crisp but warm and the sun was shining brightly, burning through the grey clouds that covered it.

His house was big. It was 2 stories and looked very picturesque from the outside. There was a white fence and a small pathway lined with flowers leading up to a lareg oak door. The drive way was next to it, only seperated by a medium-sized, well kept lawn. There was a black car in the drive way.

"Its beautiful." I exclaimed and Mikey just smiled and opened the gate with a creak.

We walked through the gate and up to the porch, where Mikey pulled out a key. Shoving it into the lock and twisting, the huge door, with a satisfying groan, opened.

I looked back out onto the street. It looked familiar. "Mikey, what road is this?" I asked.

"Why? Want to stalk me some more?" He asked, grinning. He was so much more confident out side of School. 

"I just recognise it, that's all." I replied.

"Its Jerome Drive" He said with a chuckle.

"I live two roads from here." I said shocked. "In Madison Avenue." He smiled. I never normally walked this way, past his road to and from School though. The way through the park was more dangerous I admit but much quicker for me. 

"Lets not stand in the door way." He said, pull off his shoes and beckoning me in. "Want a tour?"

"Sure." I replied.

Mikey led me round his house eagerly. He showed me the down stairs first: A large, spacious living room; a modern kitchen; a down stairs bathroom; a laundry room and a seperate room with another TV and some gaming stations. 

Then we went up stairs. He showed me is parents bedroom, which was large and bright; Two more bathrooms; A sudy room and a room which had no name.

"This is just a room" He said grunting slightly.

I followed is hand and walked into a quite large room. The walls were white-washed but you couldn't really see that at all. Every space available on the wall was taken up with canvas' and pieces of paper with drawings and paintings on them. The whole room looked like a tiny art gallery. The art was really good. The rest of the room was good too. It showed loads of unfinished canvas' on easels and lots of paint pallets were strayed around. The floor was wooden, but had lots of paint splatters on it.

"This is amazing." I said, smiling. I did like art. 

"That's not the best of it." he said and dragged me to a door in the far corner. He opened it, smiling.

I went in. It was full to the brim with, musical stuff. Many types of guitars, drums, microphones, stands and even some classical instruments lined the room. Violins, cellos, pianos, a large grand piano in the middle of the room and more many. There was a huge CD and record collection, piled up in the corner, well it took up nearly one wall. Which was impressive as the room was pretty big.

There was also lots of shelves filled with musical books, guitar and piano songs, composing guides and how to write lyrics were just a few of the collection. There was a corner which had a sofa and coffee machine.

I smiled, Mikey had told me about his love for coffee.

"Wow" I gasped.

"I know right." Mikey said.

I just stood there. I liked art, but music was my forte. Those two rooms were like my heaven. Only I wasn't dead, yet. 

We walked out into the hall way. There were still two rooms I hadn't seen into. I didn't want to be nosy and ask, so I decided to be sneaky.

"Where's your room?" I asked, for he hadn't shown it two me.

"Its here." Mikey said, smiling and opening the first door.

Inside the room was dimly lit, so was pretty dark and was painted a deep plum red/purple colour. He had lots of poster of bands, mainly bands I liked and there was more CDs in a rack in the corner. I saw a huge shelf, storage unit. It took up the whole of the wall oposite Mikey's bed. 

It was full of comics. He must like comics, I thought. He blushed when he saw me looking. I turned to me and smiled.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked and I shrugged.

"You hungry?" he asked again.

"Sure." I shrugged again and followed him, past the door I hadn't been into yet and down the stairs t the modern kitchen.

Mikey went to the cuboard and got out a packet of pop tarts, he chucked me one and I ate it gratefully. Then he made some coffee on the state-of-the-art coffee machine and offered me some.

I politely decline and he looked dumbfounded. "No coffee?" he said, wide eyed.

"Not today." I said. And he shook his head in denial.

"Do you want to go back upstairs?" He asked, sipping his coffee.

"Sure, but after I've tickled you." I screamed, jumping on his back and tickling him madly. He started giggling and ran up the stairs, me following. I just made it up the stairs when i ran into some one, he had his back to me and I didnt see him until the last second. 

'Wack'

"Ouch." he said, rubbing his back. He turned round to face me and I screamed. 

"Dana?" Mikey came out looking worried and then his expression turned to one of joy and he chuckled. 

"I see you've met Gerard." He said.

"Oh, and who is Gerard?" I replied, my cheeks burning in embarassment.

"My older brother." He said smugly. Gerard turned round to look at me and I that's when I saw him probably.

He was a couple years older looking with long black hair that went to his shoulder, pale white skin and beautiful hazel eyes lined with black eye liner. He was wearing black pants with a black band shirt on and wore a scowl.

"Watch where you're going bitch." he said angrily and rushed into the room which was behind the door which I hadn't been in.

"You never told me you had a brother." I said, turning to Mikey.

"You never asked." he replied.

"He called me a bitch." I said huffily, folding my arms.

"I know." He said blunty, trying to hold back a giggle.

"I don't like him." I said again.

"Not many people do." Mikey said with a chuckle and lead me back into his room.

We spent the next few hours talking more about school and about music then I changed the subject to Mikey's older brother. 

"So does he go to school still?" I asked.

"He's 17 and a Junior at our school." He said chuckling. "He's the one the jocks are always teasing me about. It's kinda hard following in the footstep of the school freak." He said sighing.

"Oh." I said. 

Gerard was a douche, there was no doubt in that but he really interested me. I wonder what made him like this, I though. And I vowed to find out.